Greater New Orleans

Raining down

I was at my girlfriend's family's house in Colorado. Days of rich food (think spicy queso dip, deep fried tacos, enchiladas, cheese balls, hot wings, supreme pizza) and copious heavy poured cocktails had made my stomach rather "touch and go."

I sought a moments respite and quietly climbed upstairs to use the facilities. Unbeknownst to me, the piping is rather fragile in the upstairs bathroom and as I was descending the stairs I was shocked to hear screaming. The toilet had overflowed, dirty water had gone through and air vent in the floor and was now raining down in the dining room, downstairs toilet and garage (where the turkey was frying).

My lady's step father angrily drags all member of the family (save wheelchair-bound grandma) upstairs to "investigate." He shouts "who the hell broke the damn toilet?" and everyone looks at me. He then asks someone to grab a towel to thwart the flood of water. I grab an old torn up towel and throw it into the fray only to have my girlfriend's little sister exclaim "that's my favorite towel, oh my god!" break into tears and then slam the door to her room shut.